what whispers through the open arms of language
judeo-christian
shepherding
is
ritual adherence to our ends
messiah
howls and empty bending
sent
memory, eternal thirst
blank
slates for new year’s
the
coal ash tourniquets
slow
the bleed
as
oil keeps replacing trees
the
plastic vibration harpies
are
the luxurious scents
of
what you see not real
you
and me, shiny tin
foil
bowed packages
waiting
to be torn open
by
the eager hands
of
children once
now
single minded
adhesives
hoarding
aisle
narrowings
streets
left wanting
nestling
up to closed doors
shuttered
windows behind
the
flicker of candlelight
EJR
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